The crush of your cowlick between my fingers I want to pull your head back and run my tongue down your golden throat
I think I am entering the golden era of my life and you, shepherd, king, companion, are the gilding and the refraction of my hope

Stretch me long against the dreams of your body: I am malleable, composed, two hands cupped to catch the grace you pour

In one of my past lives I neglected you, I am sure. I have forgotten you many times. But in this iteration, in this journey, oh I remember you. I know every smile that lurks in your mouth, the deep-muscle bruises you’ve carried for lifetimes. Oh I remember the crush of your power, the expansion of you when we are rooted in love. I remember the cost of your dreams.

In this lifetime I cherish the feel of your jaw under my hand, the texture of your lips and the way your kiss turns up at the ends, happy, beloved. I recognize you, glowing ember. We are made of the same heat.